N A M E
Tessa “Tess” Marina Jewel Wyndemere

A L I A S
The Rogue, Little Miss Princess (unflattering)

A G E
24

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
The F&M Corporation

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Tess holds herself with all the pomp and elegance of true royalty, her haughty posture and her often-upturned chin some of the indicators that she throws out to signify her superiority. Tess is quite thin but lithe, short but capable, and while she does only stand at over 5 feet tall (maybe 5'1" if you push it) she is toned from dedicated fitness training. Despite a fairly athletic build, just about everything else about Tess screams daintiness, contrary to her best efforts. Between her aforementioned height and slightness, her copy-paper stark white skin, her button nose and her small, heart-shaped face, the only thing that Tess has which looks fearsome is her soul-piercing glare, which has been described by multiple sources as truly terrifying. Tess's hair is naturally brunette, close to black, but she's been dying it blue as part of a new fashion trend. She has eyes that are so green they seem nearly aquamarine in color. Tess dresses to impress, most of the time; regardless of whatever she's wearing, it's undoubtedly from the most bourgeoise brand that money can buy.



P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Tess is difficult to work with. She's thoroughly pretentious and and decidedly snobbish, with an air of arrogance so thick you can quite nearly feel it whenever she enters a room. Having been born and raised in the upper class, Tess was bred in an environment where she learned that she was superior by nature of her lineage. She projects these thoughts and sentiments very openly, with a blunt, crass attitude that earns her scowls (something she doesn't mind, as she gets to scowl back at them.) She's very greedy and only charitable insofar as her charity helps her social standing; it's rare to see Tess do something without getting something in return. Tess' indifference to her peers is truly her at her best; when people stand in her way or irritate her, Tess is openly hostile, condescending, and frustrating in a way that very few can hope to match.

Tess is superficial to the max, a materialist who cares deeply about the physical things, whether that be her own appearance, makeup, clothing, jewelry, heirlooms, artifacts, pieces of tech, or just cold hard cash. If there's something that she can get, it's obviously that Tess will want it, and it's simply assumed that Tess will get it. Even things that Tess pretends to dislike are secretly on her list of acquisitions. While Tess projects an air of indifference about others' opinions of her, Tess truly desires to be liked, or at the very least, feared. Tess simply finds the short-term allure of glimmering gold too tempting to withhold. Tess is a diagnosed kleptomaniac as wealth, to her, is an addiction.

Tess pretends to enjoy competition but is a truly sore loser. It's more accurate to say that Tess enjoys to win, and that a defeat of any kind is simply a non-option for her. While she is normally cool as a cucumber and masterfully unemotional, it's when she starts to suffer a defeat that her emotions, her passions, and her well-reputed nastiness start to rear its head.

Tess is largely amoral. Cheating, stealing, and conniving is frankly second-nature to her, part of the way she was born and raised in the corporate world. To her, victory and defeat are a binary, an established dichotomy, and the winner does, in fact, take it all. Tess would always rather be on the winning side, and is willing to go to any length to ensure that she remains on the winning side. Unlike many Contractors who view their employers as means to an end, with indifference, or even with disdain, Tess appreciates what the Corporations do and sees rising the ranks of the Corporate ladder to be a net positive.

Tess presents herself as somebody that has 'defeated' love and does not desire nor have a use for companionship outside of a business setting. Truthfully, Tess is just plain old lonely, and while her attitude is fairly inexcusable, she is a product of her family and surroundings. The hardness and detachment she was raised and surrounded with have unfortunately lodged its way into Tess' soul. Occasionally, an observant onlooker may peer into her soul and find some positivity, some amicability, some kindness, and even a shred of a hopeless romantic, all trapped underneath a steely, icy shell of a young woman. Some genuine friendship may be all that's needed to warm her up, but in the words of one of her corporate handlers: "staying in a room with her for 5 minutes without blowing your brains out is a million-dollar contract, in it of itself."

L I K E S

• Jewels / Gemstones
• Expensive Clothing
• Expensive Food
• Money
• Uncracked safes
• Cracked safes
• Her custom-designed gadgetry
• Prosecco

D I S L I K E S

• Most people
• Cheap anything
• Poverty
• Afterburn
• Multi-person jobs

M O T I V A T I O N S

• Instant, easy income
• Familial approval

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
???


B R I E F B I O
Tessa “Tess” Marina Jewel Wyndemere was born with the proverbial silver spoon. The Wyndemere family is a well-established Diamond District clan going back to before the Resource Wars, where Tess's ancestor worked in the British parliament and established an early relationship with the then-budding F&M Group, contracting the corporation to supply a significant number of weapons for the British army. When the Resource Wars were midway and the construction of Nova City began, the Wyndemeres were one of the first to abandon the Union Jack and cross the pond to the United States, where they invested their wealth into the F&M Group's projects.

Needless to say, the investment paid its dividends. The Wyndemeres earned themselves a comfortable spot in the upper-class of Nova City; they lived the penthouse in the Diamond District type of life, working comfortable, cushy jobs for the Corporation while raking in the big bucks. This familial wealth persisted down to the birth of Tessa Wyndemere, who lived, obviously, the life most would dream for: high wealth paired with low expectations. The Wyndemeres, for generations, had earned their fortunes by, frankly, sitting on their asses, and Tessa's only lesson was to not squander it, and kiss up to the people that gave them the check.

Tessa was naturally independent, smart, but also very withdrawn. She was never interested in playdates, or having fun in the parks, or going to parties and the like. She was incredibly self-focused and driven. [WIP ;c]

I N I T I A T I O N
What brought you to the Contractor way of life and got you hired? If for some reason this doesn't apply, feel free to leave this blank.


A U G M E N T A T I O N S
Tessa has received minor Nanite infusions in order to make herself slightly stronger than the average person, as well as infusions that allow her to lower her body temperature for short periods of time, allowing her to bypass heat sensors.

G A D G E T S

• F&M Customized DiamondCutters: The only objects that Tessa has ever shown actual affection for, the DiamondCutters are two wrist-attached gauntlets that fire razor-sharp grappling claws attached to hardlight cords. The DiamondCutters can be launched at adversaries, used as close-range weapons, used as a grappling hook, used as a safecracking tool, and has a number of other minor built-in features. The hardlight projectors within the gauntlets are highly expensive and make the gadget very expensive.
• F&M Mk II Plasma Cannon: A handheld pistol that fires condensed plasma shells, which can pierce through most forms of conventional body armor with ease
• F&M Boarhunter Proximity Charges: Small planted bombs the size of a hockey puck that can be programmed to either deliver a shaped blast to breach a wall or door or can deliver an outward burst upon detecting a lifeform.
• Smoke Bombs: Somewhat antiquated gadgetry, but they seem to do the trick.

S K I L L S

• Expert Martial Artist: Tess has used her wealth to hire some of the best and brightest martial arts instructors the city has to offer. She's not exactly a master but can certainly hold her own in hand-to-hand combat.
• Master Infiltrator: Tess is well-experienced at breaking and entering, safecracking, and avoiding/disabling security systems.
• Wealth: Perhaps not a skill in the traditional sense, but money can buy you a lot of things. Maybe not happiness, but a lot of things.

O T H E R

• Anything you think that I missed in this whole application thing.

N A M E
Nils Hakius Feng

A L I A S
Echo
Roaring Feng
“Just Feng”

A G E
31

G E N D E R
Male

F A C T I O N
Stoats / Sagawa Heavy Industries

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Feng stands at an even six feet tall, stoic when still and sure footed in his gait. His black hair and eyes compliment his paled olive-tan skin tone with gaunt and hardy facial features a clear indicator of both his Chinese and German heritage. His overall warm demeanor shines through his stillness and monk-like calmness, he will never fake a smile nor suffer a scowl.
His passively condescending tone has rubbed a few the wrong way in the past. Feng is sternly self-disciplined and commits to his daily exercise routine which is made apparent by his toned form and exceptional focus. He is simple man with simple needs he dresses sharply but fairly plain preferring comfort over style.



P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
In spite of his line of work, Feng is generally a warm man, and shrewd in his ability to read people and how to handle a situation tactfully. However he prefers to work on his own and in contrast with his kindness, there is a sort of arrogance that he believes he would be better suited to any given task on his own, especially factoring in his often unorthodox method of combat. This has made him fiercely competitive.

Feng has a deep passion for and borderline obsession with music. Which belies his statuesque demeanor. It is the sole thing that seems to spark any amount excitement out of the man. He is a collector of many an antiquated piece of musical equipment, instrument and anything sound related. This carries over into his combat gear as a large amount of it focuses on utilizing sound to disorient, distract or damage.

Feng is skilled in his work as a contractor but doesn't do it upon his own volition. Some part of him has found a way enjoy it yet he remains adamant that he must escape it. Feng desires a life of solitude and peace, something nigh impossible in this age.

Feng may have the looks and kind attitude, but deep down is a child who knows mostly pain and a highly regimented life. His stomach turns at the thought of a committed relationship. Getting to truly know people only hurts you in the end, and god forbid he sacrifice any semblance of solitude he has. He believes it’s better to walk in lightly and leave like lightning.

L I K E S

• Music
• Cooking
• Tinkering with audio equipment
• Sweet Guitars

D I S L I K E S

• People who lack spatial awareness
• Greed
• The corporations

M O T I V A T I O N S
A way out

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Heterosexual



B R I E F B I O
Feng was born to into a family deeply indebted to Sagawa Heavy Industries. For whatever reason remains unknown to him, but it was severe enough to have his parents killed at a young age and leave him just as in debt to the corporation. Feng managed to flee from this for a brief time using a fake name and by integrating himself into the Stoats. Where he developed his guerrilla noise combat tactics and had mildly successful stint as a musician under the name “Quiet Eye”.

However it was only a matter of time before he was found. During a routine street cleanup by Sagawa, Feng was discovered and given the option to die, or be indentured. Now he works as a contractor under close watch by the heads of Sagawa, which is only made easier by their extensive network of AI.

In the interest of keeping Feng inline and ensuring he doesn't attempt to flee Nova, Sagawa has tasked the AI known as "Moyo" to be fully integrated into all of Feng's computerized devices. Additionally Sagawa has augmented Feng with small device on the back of his neck that allows Moyo to be ever present, so that should he attempt escape or insurrection, he will be quickly subdued.

I N I T I A T I O N
Terms of Service fine print read to perform contract work for Sagawa Heavy Industries and it’s subsidiaries until all financial debts are paid in full.
To put it shortly, forever.


A U G M E N T A T I O N S
Auditory implants that allow Feng to voluntarily block certain wavelengths and harmful decibel levels, as well as greatly increasing the precision and quality of his hearing.

A small nodule on the back of his neck that allows the Moyo AI constant tracking of Feng's Vitals and bodily functions. Otherwise unhelpful.

G A D G E T S

• Case-less Rifle: A somewhat dated CQB rifle, that fires high velocity case-less ammunition, it’s nearly silent and has moderate armor piercing capabilities.
• Mag-speakers: Several custom made ¼ inch circumference high fidelity, magnetic speakers hooked up to Feng’s personal audio library. He may use them as means of communication, or more often, as a means to distract, confuse or to create harmful frequencies.
• Sonic Grenades: Created in the interest of avoiding collateral damage. The Grenades produce a sound wave that causes immediate discombobulation, leading to nausea, blurred vision, temporary loss of motor function and permanent deafness at prolonged exposure. The decibel level, and sound wave shape can be adjusted for a variety of harmful cognitive effects.
• Boom-Box: A handheld cannon that fires a short range projectile that rapidly accelerates backwards and disintegrates creating a sonic boom in it’s wake leading to complete devastation in the immediate vicinity.
• Compression Suit w/helmet: A lightly armored suit designed to negate or otherwise absorb the effects of Fengs sonic weaponry.

S K I L L S

• Unconventional warfare: Feng’s ability to control a fight via sound make him difficult to deal with.
• Be like water: Feng is highly adaptable in and out of combat, if possible he will employ calm diplomacy to avoid hostile situations.

O T H E R

• He was given the nickname ‘Roaring Feng’ as meager appeasement on behalf of Sagawa.
  He doesn’t really like it.

N A M E
Terra Kenyon

A L I A S
Nomad

A G E
25

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
Wastelander, contracts for F&M

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Terra stands 5'6" tall and weighs 125lbs. She had dark brown wavy hair that doesn't quite reach her shoulders. Her skin is light as she tries to stay covered from the sun as much as possible. Terra has large, expressive grey eyes that look blue when she has been crying or is sick. She has freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and dark brown brows. She has a couple small scars near her left ear from a previous job but they aren't incredibly noticeable. She usually wears black, her favorite color, or an olive army green. She has some protective gear from the elements of the wastelands but that is more practical than fashion choice. She has a couple other scars that stay covered up, such as a large pink one of her right arm from a deal that went south, and a small scar on her right shoulder blade from a companion who betrayed her, that literally threw a knife at her back. She also has a small homemade tattoo an ex gave her at her request- the outline of a drop of water on her left hand near her thumb.



P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N

Terra is fairly serious. She doesn't laugh or smile very often. If she does, her laugh almost sounds like gasping as she's so out of practice in doing so. Terra is not an angry person either. In fact, she lets very little bother her. She tries not to think very much, and just "do". By doing and not over thinking, she can bypass pesky emotions more easily. Terra is not a very sympathetic person. She hates laziness and complaining and thinks most people around her are just slowing her down. Terra is loyal to a fault if you become her friend. She is protective and motherly in a way to those she manages to care about. She also is a very good listener and wise when giving advice. She is mechanical and loves to build things, as it again, takes her mind off fantasies, emotions, and over thinking. She is tough, but never heartless. She has ingrained within her a sense of truth, justice, and moral uprightness despite current world events, her experiences, and her job.

L I K E S

• Fixing things
• Dusk
• Praise for a job well done

D I S L I K E S

• Laziness
• Obnoxiously peppy people
• Snobs

M O T I V A T I O N S
Years ago when she began contracting through F&M, Terra was promised entrance into Nova city at some point. She has been paid per job often in goods she needed to survive, but has yet to be given citizenship. She fears they find her too useful in her current position and may never honor their word. Her motives are survival, money/comfort to a point, and entrance into Nova City.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Heterosexual


B R I E F B I O
Terra was born to Wasteland parents and raised running from shelter to shelter, trying to survive. Her parents joined a cult when she was a young teen who promised protection and a sense of community so they would struggle less. They did indeed make sure the family did not go hungry again, but at a cost. Terra and her parents were expected to comply with whatever the leaders of the cult demanded at any time, whether it was forced labor, scouting missions, or private requests that need not be mentioned. Terra ran away at the age of 16 with a few friends around her same age, and they became like a real family. They learned survival skills from each other, as well as how to shoot bows and crossbows. They got multiple chances to practice medical knowledge and while they were scavengers more or less, they were happy. As time went on, the family began breaking apart for various reasons which left Terra searching for something new. She was approached via drone by F&M when she was 21 as they had apparently been watching her. They promised her entrance into Nova City in exchange for completing various jobs. These jobs have included hits on troublemakers, capturing of potential troublemakers, as well as the retrieval of stolen goods. She has been offered spying jobs but refuses.

I N I T I A T I O N
Because of her upbringing, Terra does not have emotional loyalty to someone just because they are a Wastelander. She has no problem doing what needs to be done in order for her or those she cares about to survive. She also is skilled with a longbow, crossbow, and compound bow. She rarely misses. Because of her serious personality, lack of deep family ties, and skills with weaponry, she was hired.


A U G M E N T A T I O N S
As payment for a job, Terra was offered and accepted an augmentation of her skin. A microscopic film was placed over her skin that repels radiation to a certain degree, though one would not be able to tell by look or touch. She can still breathe in radioactive particles if she is not careful of her surroundings, but the augmentation provides her a longer life in the Wastelands and allows her to go places at times others cannot.

G A D G E T S

• Currently has a compound bow and plenty of arrows she fletches herself
• Survival kit (basic knife, first AID kit, water filtered bottle, fire starter, etc.)
• Ties for handcuffing those she captures
• Extra clothing and necessities (such as food, knives, etc.) in a backpack

S K I L L S

• Skilled with a longbow
• Skilled with a crossbow
• Skilled with a compound bow
• Can cook
• Can perform basic medical treatment
• Basic fighting skills
• Survival skills
• Mechanically inclined/problem solver

O T H E R

• Interactions between Terra and F&M have all been via technology, not within the walls of Nova City as she has never been inside. When she drops off a "job" they are picked up at a designated drop off spot.

N A M E
Yuria Alikov

A L I A S
Striker

A G E
22

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
Currently unaligned. Has taken low-level jobs against gangs and bounties for each of the three major corporations. Will probably sign on with the first to give her a big gig.

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Stands at about 6'1. Toned muscle, athletic build. Prefers to wear business casual when off the job and in public.



P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Reserved, stoic, and no-nonsense. Tends to be focused on the job at hand and dislikes taking crap from or playing mind games with people. About as socially subtle as a bull in a china shop.

L I K E S

• Guns
• Any type of music that's fast and energetic
• Alcohol
• Sweets
• Flexibility and an ability to roll with the punches

D I S L I K E S

• Slow drivers
• Idealists
• Vaping
• Poor teamwork skills

M O T I V A T I O N S
Money and status. Wants to live up to, if not exceed, her parents' old reputation as Contractors.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Bisexual


B R I E F B I O
While Yuria was born in Nova City, her parents were a different story. Both were foreigners brought in by the corporations as Contractors, with them eventually meeting and working as a husband and wife team. While Yuria had a decent middle-class upbringing, she was also given combat training by both of her parents, as working in the underworld gave them a healthy appreciation for constant preparation and vigiliance. Too bad that didn't last long for them.

Both of Yuria's parents died on the same job in her late teenage years, leaving her with little to her name as their assets were seized according to their debts. Their contacts, corporate or otherwise, all dried up, either refusing to give an unproven teenager the time of day or unwilling to let her enter this line of work. Thus, unwilling to live an ordinary life and wishing to live up to her parents' legacy, Yuria took her first steps into the underworld.

Over the last few years, Yuria has made a small name for herself as a low-level Contractor, doing good work in sweeping up gang operations and chasing down bounties. The contacts and reputation she established have been enough to get her foot in the door with some of her parents' old contacts, and she eagerly seeks to make her name in the big time.

I N I T I A T I O N
Grit, persistence, and a lot of bullet-ridden gangsters. Yuria's been working her way up Nova City's underworld for the past few years, starting from shitty one-person bounties to eventually running street-sweeping ops against the Stoats at the behest of corporate contacts.


A U G M E N T A T I O N S
Low-grade reflex enhancers, improving reaction times and adrenal responses.

G A D G E T S

• Firearms: Has a small arsenal of guns available to her, but typically limits herself to one or two on any job to keep weight down. Always carries a suppressed semi-auto pistol, though.
• Combat knife
• Grenades: Frags, flashbangs, and smoke.
• Full kit of Resource War-era light body armor, scavenged and bought over time
• Gas mask with scanning visor
• Wrist-mounted grapnel launcher: offers quick mobility and battlefield repositioning

S K I L L S

• Urban warfare: Understands how to fight through cramped alleys and narrow streets.
• Firearms proficiency: Is a fair shot with most common types of guns.
• CQC: Was trained in martial arts, grappling, and brawling by her parents. Is a terror in close-quarters.

O T H E R

• Theme song

N A M E
Hydrangea Julie Spirits

A L I A S
Hettie / Hydra / Spirit

A G E
24

G E N D E R
Female

F A C T I O N
Biosolutions Industries

P H Y S I C A L D E S C R I P T I O N
Fair to a fault, Hettie could be described as a ghost from afar in her appearance. Skinny and frail, she did not come to Nova because of her strength. From her attire - typically business casual - one can see that she makes decent money or lives a comfortable life. Without her clean clothes, however, one could take her for a Wastelander or a very weak Stout. Her eyes show mild heterochromia, causing her left eye to be a muddied hazel while her right eye is a more vibrant dark orange. Hettie has naturally brown hair that she has dyed a dark navy blue since her entrance into Nova.



P E R S O N A L D E S C R I P T I O N
An inquisitive mind, Hydra does not take no for an answer. If an idea is shut down, she is sure to ask why, and perhaps prove herself to be an annoyance with her prying. She sees reason in hiding things, so should anyone push hard enough, she won’t bring up the issue. Her goal, within her contract, is to become less of a pawn to Biosolutions and more of an asset.
However, as curious as she may be, Hydra often isolates herself from society, whether it be staying in her home and workplace for days on end, or holding a chill air about herself. Someone who is insightful about others could see that the facade of wanting to help people masks her will to impress higher ups, almost to a point of obsession.

L I K E S

• Uncovering secrets.
• People who let Hydra do her thing.
• Chocolate, especially if it is paired with strawberries.
• Cats.

D I S L I K E S

• People getting into her things unpermitted.
• Darkness - who knows what could be hiding beyond the eye’s reach?
• Spoiled people, or people who believe that the world owes them.
• Lawyers.
• Therapists.

M O T I V A T I O N S
As much as monetary value intrigues Hettie, she is after growing within the corporation. She wishes to grow her influence behind her computer name, Hydra.
She also desires to seek augmentation not initially given to humans, such as flight, strength, or speed, as well as seeing if similar effects would work on animals. Of course, Hettie keeps this a secret from most.

S E X U A L P R E F E R E N C E
Asexual, Biromantic



B R I E F B I O
Birthed and raised in the Wastelands, Hydra was a sickly girl. By all means, she shouldn’t have survived her childhood. It wasn’t until the android scout found her, and after a long staring contest, a young Hettie offered the then secretly sentient AI a seat. The AI, dubbed C2K, gave the girl a tablet that sent a cybernetic serum to grow and spread within her to fight and teach her immune system to fight viruses and bacteria flooding her weakened body. C2K promised to find her again as he reported to Biosolutions.
He never came back.
With her augmentation, Hettie, at the age of 17, was able to focus on tinkering with broken automations and clockwork creations, creating a small creation that she would soon reassemble to be what she called “C3K”. The woman gained the attention of Biosolutions via her interest in robotic casts and creations that helped the fatally wounded. Surprisingly, Hydra left her home without a second thought for Nova City. There, she gained a proper education and found herself fond of AI.
Her contract, which she hadn’t read at the time, would start after her 25th birthday.
Working off the debt she owed Biosolutions and earning an income while maintaining her lifestyle did not discourage Hettie from straying away back home. Besides, she had taken some interest in the corporation.

I N I T I A T I O N
The creative and thoughtfully intellectual mind of a scientist, amongst an inquisitive attitude.



A U G M E N T A T I O N S

Strengthened Immune System - Allows for most common and uncommon illnesses to not affect her.

Eyesight - Her right eye is slightly darker orange and more vibrant than her natural eye color of a muddy hazel. This allows her to see slightly better in the dark, but it is mainly used to visualize constructions outside of their blueprints. In addition, she can see running electricity in gadgets, however this can be easily blocked by 3 inches of any nonmetal and nongaseous substance.

G A D G E T S

• Laptop - With all of her ideas and notes, she never leaves this behind. This is often carried in a crossbody purse.
• Switchblade - Should anyone sneak up on her, she knows how to use it as intended.
• C3K - A construct no larger than her palm, the spherical shape of this steampunk-like robot is often turned off, a reminder to Hettie of her ambitions.

S K I L L S

• An advanced sense of robotics, tinkering, and computers.
• Minor medical skills, such as first aid and basic herbal remedies.

O T H E R

• N/A